I’ve neglected to tell you that I accidentally got a job a few weeks ago. How does one acquire a job accidentally? It’s simple really. All you have to do is be related to a manager who recently fired four employees and needs help.

I can’t say no to anyone, and I was very fortunate to be contacted by said relative first because just yesterday I got a phone call from my former boss offering me a job that would have been hard to turn down. Luckily I’d already accidentally gotten a job and had a good reason to turn down Former Boss. You see, Former Boss has a sneaky way of being hard to say no to. “I want to stay at home with my baby,” doesn’t always cut it for Former Boss.

I was *this close* to accidentally getting a second job.

But back to the first job - I’m working 8-10 hours a week at… well… I don’t really know what to call it, but if you live in the Salt Lake area, you’ve probably heard of it. Five words related to my job are: weddings, centerpieces, banquets, linens, and  black pants. The job is definitely different from my former office job, and yet, surprisingly similar.

There has also been another change in the Brittish household. I seem to have lost some hair, a good 5 or 6 inches at least. Unfortunately my new haircut is shaped like a bell so I’m not going to show you any pictures until after my “fix it” appointment on Wednesday of next week. Be patient, friends. I know how you love hair photos, but you’re going to have to wait for these!

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